Boom, boom, boom...
Boom, boom...
Boom——
Bang!
At full tilt, I crash into the wall,
Connecting rooms of the Inn.
Keep moving? No more.
The wall! Torture of dark matter!
Tightly imprison me, the ignorant cracker.
It's the time that I lost, I lost...
It's me smashed the clock, I knock...
And perhaps, perhaps hundresds of millions of guests
Moved in and out of the room from which I came.
But at least, at least I tear my ears away,
Away enough to stick on the wall——
Oh, what a lip! Thin, dulcet, soft and warm.
I know, she must be a smart and gorgeous girl.
She is of mercy.
I say, you must be a smart and gorgeous girl.
You kiss the wall.
No more changes, just the Morse alphabet.
Tardy like this, knock (wait) knock...
Admirable like this, heard (kiss) heard...
And tough, tough like this,
I take you as my fortune;
You take me as your fortune.
Every universe lies down,
His ears kissing the wall.
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